Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Technova,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.